Author: Seeds Of REmembrance

Understand that you are one sacred piece in this giant puzzle that keeps evolving.

So unique and exquisitely different but here on this earth with your gifts to give.

As this year flows into the next watch your inner gifts ignite.

Be willing to allow everything that is and honor your beautiful being for being this vessel of love.

Be gentle with one another and allow yourself to be with what is.

Hold tight to your inner light and may this guide you.

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~Some sweet soul southing love~

~ BATHE…submerse yourself in a warm bath with candles and essential oils (rose,lavender, pine, jasmine, frankincense…) Focus on your sensations, the warmth of the water, the smell of the oil, the touch of crystals scattered around, and the length of your breath. Allow your self to melt into this juicy experience.

~ GET COZY…curl up next to the fire with your loved ones and sip on some herbal tea. Rose petals help to warm your heart space and gift you the connection to your inner love. Theres something so primitive and magical about starting up your little wood fire and entrancing yourself to the warmth of the flames. Meditate on the gift that fire brings. Fire brings new life and nurtures our sprouts waiting to pop up. She is powerful!

~ COOK… some sweet treats and experiment with new recipes. Lately, I have been finding so much joy in creating in the kitchen. From playing with herbs, infusing syrups, or baking delicious treats, I have discovered the magicalness in the art or cooking! So get out your tastebuds and craft some magic!

~ GROUND DOWN…lay on the earth and breath deep into your heart and your belly, imagine yourself rooting down feeling grounded. When the stimulation of the world gets to intense, connect with the earth! She is always here to nurture and cradle your soul. Close your eyes, or keep them open and be aware of her little blessings all around.

~ READ and get inspired from other light beamers who have journeyed in their unique way and have their messages to share.

Woman Who Run With Wolves By: Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Hygieia By Jeannine Parvarti Baker

Being Of The Sun By Alicia Bay Laurel

Anastasia By Vladimir Megre

Steering By Starlight By Martha Beck

A few of my favourite at the moment..

~ DANCE… and awaken your inner being that hibernates often, wiggle and giggle! Don’t be afraid to get wild and move through that energy in your being that needs releasing!

~ WRITE… your stories and inner intuition, creatively journal them and when need be share with other to inspire them!

I hope that these little bits of my practice finds those inspiring to expand more from within! Enjoy!

Imagine a school of magic weavers. Woman here to weave and reconnect our once tangible lineage. A pod of mermaids that have chosen to heal and feel together on one long riptide. I have found this school of mermaids and have just begun to sink deep into the depths this journey entails. This is called the School Of Shamanic Womancraft.

The School Of Shamanic Womancraft is a four seasons journey of remembering and reconnecting your red and white threads. My red thread, all the woman who have come before me, is powerful and one that I have been feeling for a long time. It is a deeply rooted ancestral remembering that I have just began. This journey is truly about letting go of the “cult” of the expert and reclaiming your own self responsibility. Healing the womb and the womban to come! My teacher, Jane Hardwick Collings is a magic maker and Maga mama who has done her work in order to hold space for us woman in circle.

As we enter each ceremony together we are learning and growing the goddess within. Imagine sitting with sisters who are all on this journey together at so many different stages in life, the maidens, the mothers, the magas, the crones. Remembering that at each of these rights of passages in a womans life has so much to learn and grow from!

I have just returned from our opening gathering all together. We entered our red tent to go within and discover the woman mysteries. The weekend was truly magic, we had so many blessings come into our middle realm. We were able to physically and spiritually practice spiritually midwifing each other. One big ceremonial meditation we had was to make a drum. This primitive creation was a medicine to rebirth ourselves.

“I chose you beautiful deer with uncertainty and unknowingness, but you are here to teach me a lesson. As I blessed your bare skin I could feel a sense of remembrance. I have been here before…as your tangled cordage kept wrapping amongst my feet. I was impatient and restless, wanting to be done and completed, ready to be born! I have been here before, forgetting to breath and doubting my outcome. Trust, remembering. May the beat of your drum sing rhythm and prayers back to this beautiful earth!”

On the day of this meditation and birth of my drum I also turned 21.

As 11.40 am came about, the drum started to beat. my heart in sync and my spirit embodied. from metal position I began to feel the time was coming. The sisters began to sing and the drum beat faster. From out of the quite void the sun appeared. As I greeted my birth and began to awaken the sisters held this sacred space and brought me to rebirth. Drum still beating I couldn’t control my energy and began to feel. “Remember your breath” Jane spoke in between the beating. I arrived, 11:40 am November 26 again 21 years later but this time held by mermaid sisters 58 mamas holding me in and remembering my birth.

Now, 21, I am learning to sit with my sensativity and be gentle.

I am so excited to continue sharing and spreading my light to you all throughout my journey this year and this lifetime!

Days keep flying by here on the land. It has been two weeks and I don’t know where the days have gone. I feel my chrysalis cracking open as I’m slowly emerging into a new layer of myself. Mornings are becoming lighter and lighter and I feel myself dancing with my dreams peacefully thru the night. Spring in October, such a foreign feeling.

To begin again, thats where I start. Knowing every moment becomes a memory and teaches my spirit something without even knowing. Freely feeling in my present body, such a gift I am given and blessed since birth. This feeling I had only discovered until now. As I had mistaken this journey as the “waiting game” I am coming to realize my journey is here now, I’m consciously weaving my inner web and expanding the outer. I feel and how grateful I am to feel! The dew beneath my feet and the wind as it sweeps my skin I am alive with sensation. This path that I am paving with so much uncertainty and knowing is what I live for. I dream to inspire and create a tribe with others who are on this journey of self discovery and growth for the whole, using creativity and the divine as our mantras. I dream of the days to come and to continue growing and evolving with love!

A place to call home. A place you know will always be there. A place that makes your insides sing and lets your body feel comforted by the earth.

I have found this place, set in the hinterlands of byron bay, Brooklet to be exact. 160 acres of unknown and wild paddocks. My love, Eliot, his family, and I have just begun this journey of such a beautiful diverse life on a farm. She came to us, abandoned, wildly overgrown, but glowing with life! A river rushes around almost half of her, leaving little swimming hole gifts as she meanders around native trees.

About 1 year ago was when we had first came to visit the land. Overloaded with uncertainty and excitement at the same time we knew our lives were about to flow to a new heartbeat. I was certain this was the place I wanted to grow on and be with the ones I love, create and play on! As soon as I knew it, we were packed and headed to Australia. I never imagined, growing up so close with my family that I would be taking on a new adventure across the world with my partners family. Never did I dream to be a farmer and wake up to the rhythm of the land, and now suddenly this seed has been planted and I’m in pursuit of fruiting!

We dream to fill this land with love, make her sustainable, concrete, and build a community with all our loved ones. Our vision is to hold different workshops, gatherings, and implement all our knowledge into creating an organic farm that supports our community around us.

September. 22. 2016

Today we moved to The Nest!

After our 7 months of journeying through our inner bodies we are pure and ready for this day. She is still, but vastly alive, dark and holds the key to inner light. We have landed, thank you. Thank you mother nature, thank you elders of the land and the abundant wildlife. Tis a day of ABUNDANCE, the final eclipse and the equinox! Your here at the most divine timing! Your so daunting and WILD yet I feel so much stability and tranquility from your rhythm, your heartbeat.

How beautiful and astonishing our fist night was. Sharing our first meal together with no utensils sitting in circle on the living room floor. Watching the puppy race in circles Dreaming and scheming ideas and projects to come. A community? a Blacksmith? Wood shop? Art Studio? Only 1 day and we are deep in thoughts. I fell asleep in eliot arms to the smell of the camphor laurel fire we made down by the creek. Thank you fuego abuelita! How sweet her sounds were, welcoming the night animals, as she danced to eliot flute. And now to dream of the days to come!

This tasteful sweet takes minutes to make and has the most amazing texture for your tastebuds. From sweet to salty, and the little bits in between..

Layers of frosting and carrot cake this raw sweet is so simple to make.

Ingredients:

4 carrots grated

1 cup sultanas

2 tbs coconut oil

1/3 cup walnuts

1/3 cup almonds

2 tsp cinnamon

Dash of vanilla bean

Handful of dates

Dash of maple syrup to taste if you like it more sweet!

MACA FROSTING:

2 cups soaked cashews for more than 4 hours

Handful of cocoa butter buttons

Dash of apple cider vinegar

1-2 Tbs of maca powder

water to blend and maple syrup to taste!

Layer bottom of a removable baking pan with carrot cake, once in the fridge for a few minutes to set, layer on half the blended frosting. Layer the rest of the carrot cake and top it off with the last of the frosting! Decorate to your liking and keep cold! I used goji berries and crushed almonds around the edges and bee pollen in the middle!

Frail, timid, afraid of my vast future, I heard her call but I wasn’t ready to listen. My heart at a gallop and my feet at a standstill, I was a gazelle stuck in danger. What did my future hold and why all of a sudden did these overwhelming sensations arise in me?
Shhhh she whispered, come close to me, I have called and now it’s time to listen.” Dear one, you have been away from me for far to long and you are longing to come back. Rest your thoughts to me and do nothing at all, just be.

Eyes closed, I curled into her best, damp, alive, and warm! My feet began to pulse from her presence and I began to sing! I listened l, my ear nestled to her warmth. I felt alive, my heart beat in sync with the rhythm of her beat.

Back on my feet I began to spin, to spin so fast I began to unravel my past for only present existed! Her beat shot through my feet and I took off running. The dew of her morning kisses tickles my soles. I had no intention of stopping. Mother Nature I am here.

After this new moon, I have felt raw and open sometimes a bit to much. Maybe this feeling comes because I had been living up at the Quail Springs community for two weeks learning about Permaculture and the stories from my elders.

6:15 the bells ding and sing, shortly after the roosters call… I wipe my crusty eyelashes and frosty boogers from my face and begin on my way. Just like the cycle of the medicine wheel, I started this unknown quest with a spark of inspiration and curiosity not knowing what the outcome might be. I awoke with the rich, winter sun and started my days meandering through the trickling spring towards the classroom yurt where we spent most our time. “Go and sing to the mountains…Go and sing to the moon..” swooned my ears as I walked towards the kitchen in the canyon and arrived to the chatter of the early birds signing to Elephant Revival and cooking away in the community yurt. It wasn’t until then I really understood the meaning to simplicity and being grateful for the natural world around me, my ancestors.

As the medicine wheel continues to spin, so does my cycle within and I began to play and creatively act on my inspirations for community and co creating with the natural world. This part within led me here to Quail Springs, a community in the heart of Quayama Valley, to learn the ways and roots of Permaculture. I am a seed here, beginning to absorb all at my finger tips. From Natural building to studying the patterns in nature it all starts from the curiosity within. I have never loved waking up so early to milk the mama goats!

There is a big part of this cycle that is miss-linked and broken, that is the connection with our ancestors. It is my honoring to connect back with the roots of the earth and help to connect the missed links thru simple steps. So simple as stories! Stories of the earth, for the earth and sharing these historical messages to the modern day messengers! It all starts from caring for the people and caring for the earth.

Feeling grateful and filled with so much inspiration is the purist love I can ask for. I feel as if I am a seed ball coated with so much fertile soil and information, ready to implement them in a land greater than myself! As I started my cycle as a seed, absorbing so many life downloads I grew and gained so many layers to begin rolling into my journey of sharing sacred stories!

The goats on their sunset strollMatthew Mckinney, one of my friends I met, signing sweet songs from stories!My Classroom!The Medicine Wheel we created the first day we were all together on the land.. right below an ancient piñon treeLearning the ways of the meandering river!a peak at a sweet cob home!The wood fired bath!singing thru the smokey mornings sun rays